"...There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
(...)
You remain,
you...
... my power, my pleasure, my pain
to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny..
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?"




"... In minutes the wall was down and there,
for all to see, was the body of my dead wife.
On top of her head, with a red, open mouth
and one burning eye, sat the black cat
- the animal wich had make me a murderer,
and wich would now send me to my death.
I had put the horrible thing into the wall
with my wife!."




Ya no veo la luz
ténue corazonada
que tanto tiempo me ha guiado
que suavemente me mataba.
Deshojado hastío que entristece
que me llenas
que me amas
llévame donde no hay nada
necia esclava del deseo
de perderme en tu mirada.



The back of the things is the gravity of the obverse of life.
N!nW
...